The Noblest of Instruments
As the violets breathe the sweet spirit of the wind, music drifts through the fresh air from an open window high up in the tall stone castle, nestled in the Scottish mountainside. The song came from the noblest of instruments, the harp. Quick, sure fingers plucked the strings. Suddenly, a sharp tapping on the door brought the music to a halt.
The woman playing the harp stood up and walked over to the oak door inlaid with lead. Her black hair drawn up tightly in a bun, emerald robes flowing down her slender frame and strong green eyes framed by square spectacles glanced at the handle as she swung the door open to reveal a tall thin man wearing midnight blue robes and a pointy silver hat over his long white hair.
"Good afternoon Headmaster. Do come in." Her lilting Scottish accent broke the short silence. Albus walked over the threshold, desire lacing his blue eyes and, without warning, grasped the woman around the waist and kicked the door shut.
"Merlin's beard, Albus, what are you doing?" she gasped, shocked, but did not move from his tight embrace.
"I'm sorry if I shocked you Minerva but I can't hide it any longer. I love you." These words reverberated around the room as Minerva stood, stunned, her mouth hanging open. She momentarily shook herself and closed her mouth to look at him, daring him to contradict what he had just said. To answer this silent questioning, Albus leant forward and joined his lips with hers. The met in a sweet kiss for a few moments until Minerva pulled away, breathing fast.
"You cannot be serious Albus. You...love me?" she glanced at his face desperately.
"I've never been more serious in my life. You are so beautiful, your hair, your gorgeous green eyes and the way you play that harp is just magical my dear." He looked down at her, searching her face with his piercing blue eyes. She then reached up, twisting her hands in his silver hair and pulling him down for another kiss, long and slow and loving. Her thoughts were racing, did he really love her? Well, he must do, why else would he be in here now kissing her like no tomorrow? He ran his tongue along her soft lower lip causing her to gasp and open her mouth to him. Their tongues slid against one another causing them to groan softly.
Albus' hands which were around her waist slipped lower, one resting on her lower back, the other lower still. She broke the kiss after he had started massaging her bottom and leant back, searching his face and then grabbing his hand, she ran through the door on the other side of the room to finish what they had started...